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no thats no way for him has he no manners nor no refinement nor no nothing in his nature slapping 
us behind like that on my bottom because I didnt call him Hugh the ignoramus that doesnt know 
poetry from a cabbage thats what you get for not keeping them in their proper place pulling off his 
shoes and trousers there on the chair before me so barefaced without even asking permission and 
standing out that vulgar way in the half of a shirt they wear to be admired like a priest or a butcher 
or those old hypocrites in the time of Julius Caesar of course hes right enough in his way to pass the 
time as a joke sure you might as well be in bed with what with a lion God Im sure hed have 
something better to say for himself an old Lion would O well I suppose its because they were so 
plump and tempting in my short petticoat he couldnt resist they excite myself sometimes its well for 
men all the amount of pleasure they get off a womans body were so round and white for them 
always I wished I was one myself for a change just to try with that thing they have swelling up on 
you so hard and at the same time so soft when you touch it my uncle John has a thing long I heard 
those cornerboys saying passing the comer of Marrowbone lane my aunt Mary has a thing hairy 
because it was dark and they knew a girl was passing it didnt make me blush why should it either its 
only nature and he puts his thing long into my aunt Marys hairy etcetera and turns out to be you put 
the handle in a sweepingbrush men again all over they can pick and choose what they please a 
married woman or a fast widow or a girl for their different tastes like those houses round behind 
Irish street no but were to be always chained up theyre not going to be chaining me up no damn fear 
once I start I tell you for their stupid husbands jealousy why cant we all remain friends over it 
instead of quarrelling her husband found it out what they did together well naturally and if he did 
can he undo it hes coronado anyway whatever he does and then he going to the other mad extreme 
about the wife in Fair Tyrants of course the man never even casts a 2nd thought on the husband or 
wife either its the woman he wants and he gets her what else were we given all those desires for Id 
like to know I cant help it if Im young still can I its a wonder Im not an old shrivelled hag before 
my time living with him so cold never embracing me except sometimes when hes asleep the wrong 
end of me not knowing I suppose who he has any man thatd kiss a womans bottom Id throw my hat 
at him after that hed kiss anything unnatural where we havent I atom of any kind of expression in us 
all of us the same 2 lumps of lard before ever Id do that to a man pfooh the dirty brutes the mere 
thought is enough I kiss the feet of you senorita theres some sense in that didnt he kiss our halldoor 
yes he did what a madman nobody understands his cracked ideas but me still of course a woman 
wants to be embraced 20 times a day almost to make her look young no matter by who so long as to 
be in love or loved by somebody if the fellow you want isnt there sometimes by the Lord God I was 
thinking would I go around by the quays there some dark evening where nobodyd know me and 
pick up a sailor off the sea thatd be hot on for it and not care a pin whose I was only do it off up in a 
gate somewhere or one of those wildlooking gipsies in Rathfarnham had their camp pitched near the 
Bloomfield laundry to try and steal our things if they could I only sent mine there a few times for 
the name model laundry sending me back over and over some old ones odd stockings that 
blackguardlooking fellow with the fine eyes peeling a switch attack me in the dark and ride me up 
against the wall without a word or a murderer anybody what they do themselves the fine gentlemen 
in their silk hats that K C lives up somewhere this way coming out of Hardwicke lane the night he 
gave us the fish supper on account of winning over the boxing match of course it was for me he 
gave it I knew him by his gaiters and the walk and when I turned round a minute after just to see 
there was a woman after coming out of it too some filthy prostitute then he goes home to his wife 
after that only I suppose the half of those sailors are rotten again with disease O move over your big 
carcass out of that for the love of Mike listen to him the winds that waft my sighs to thee so well he 
may sleep and sigh the great Suggester Don Poldo de la Flora if he knew how he came out on the 
cards this morning hed have something to sigh for a dark man in some perplexity between 2 7s too 
in prison for Lord knows what he does that I dont know and Im to be slooching around down in the 
kitchen to get his lordship his breakfast while hes rolled up like a mummy will I indeed did you 
ever see me running Id just like to see myself at it show them attention and they treat you like dirt I 
dont care what anybody says itd be much better for the world to be governed by the women in it 
you wouldnt see women going and killing one another and slaughtering when do you ever see 

women rolling around drunk like they do or gambling every penny they have and losing it on horses 
yes because a woman whatever she does she knows where to stop sure they wouldnt be in the world 
at all only for us they dont know what it is to be a woman and a mother how could they where 
would they all of them be if they hadnt all a mother to look after them what I never had thats why I 
suppose hes running wild now out at night away from his books and studies and not living at home 
on account of the usual rowy house I suppose well its a poor case that those that have a fine son like 
that theyre not satisfied and I none was he not able to make one it wasnt my fault we came together 
when I was watching the two dogs up in her behind in the middle of the naked street that 
disheartened me altogether I suppose I oughtnt to have buried him in that little woolly jacket I 
knitted crying as I was but give it to some poor child but I knew well Id never have another our 1st 
death too it was we were never the same since O Im not going to think myself into the glooms about 
that any more I wonder why he wouldnt stay the night I felt all the time it was somebody strange he 
brought in instead of roving around the city meeting God knows who nightwalkers and pickpockets 
his poor mother wouldnt like that if she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps still its a lovely 
hour so silent I used to love coming home after dances the air of the night they have friends they 
can talk to weve none either he wants what he wont get or its some woman ready to stick her knife 
in you I hate that in women no wonder they treat us the way they do we are a dreadful lot of bitches 
I suppose its all the troubles we have makes us so snappy Im not like that he could easy have slept 
in there on the sofa in the other room I suppose he was as shy as a boy he being so young hardly 20 
of me in the next room hed have heard me on the chamber arrah what harm Dedalus I wonder its 
like those names in Gibraltar Delapaz Delagracia they had the devils queer names there father 
Vilaplana of Santa Maria that gave me the rosary Rosales y OReilly in the Calle las Siete Revueltas 
and Pisimbo and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a name Id go and drown myself in the first 
river if I had a name like her O my and all the bits of streets Paradise ramp and Bedlam ramp and 
Rodgers ramp and Crutchetts ramp and the devils gap steps well small blame to me if I am a 
harumscarum I know I am a bit I declare to God I dont feel a day older than then I wonder could I 
get my tongue round any of the Spanish como esta usted muy bien gracias y usted see I havent 
forgotten it all I thought I had only for the grammar a noun is the name of any person place or thing 
pity I never tried to read that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio lent me by Valera with the questions in 
it all upside down the two ways I always knew wed go away in the end I can tell him the Spanish 
and he tell me the Italian then hell see Im not so ignorant what a pity he didnt stay Im sure the poor 
fellow was dead tired and wanted a good sleep badly I could have brought him in his breakfast in 
bed with a bit of toast so long as I didnt do it on the knife for bad luck or if the woman was going 
her rounds with the watercress and something nice and tasty there are a few olives in the kitchen he 
might like I never could bear the look of them in Abrines I could do the criada the room looks all 
right since I changed it the other way you see something was telling me all the time Id have to 
introduce myself not knowing me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im his wife or pretend we were 
in Spain with him half awake without a Gods notion where he is dos huevos estrellados senor Lord 
the cracked things come into my head sometimes itd be great fun supposing he stayed with us why 
not theres the room upstairs empty and Millys bed in the back room he could do his writing and 
studies at the table in there for all the scribbling he does at it and if he wants to read in bed in the 
morning like me as hes making the breakfast for I he can make it for 2 Im sure Im not going to take 
in lodgers off the street for him if he takes a gesabo of a house like this Id love to have a long talk 
with an intelligent welleducated person Id have to get a nice pair of red slippers like those Turks 
with the fez used to sell or yellow and a nice semitransparent morning gown that I badly want or a 
peachblossom dressing jacket like the one long ago in Walpoles only 8/6 or 18/6 111 just give him 
one more chance 111 get up early in the morning Im sick of Cohens old bed in any case I might go 
over to the markets to see all the vegetables and cabbages and tomatoes and carrots and all kinds of 
splendid fruits all coming in lovely and fresh who knows whod be the 1st man Id meet theyre out 
looking for it in the morning Mamy Dillon used to say they are and the night too that was her 
massgoing Id love a big juicy pear now to melt in your mouth like when I used to be in the longing 
way then 111 throw him up his eggs and tea in the moustachecup she gave him to make his mouth 

bigger I suppose hed like my nice cream too I know what 111 do 111 go about rather gay not too much 
singing a bit now and then mi fa pieta Masetto then 111 start dressing myself to go out presto non son 
piu forte 111 put on my best shift and drawers let him have a good eyeful out of that to make his 
micky stand for him 111 let him know if thats what he wanted that his wife is I s 1 o fucked yes and 
damn well fucked too up to my neck nearly not by him 5 or 6 times handrunning theres the mark of 
his spunk on the clean sheet I wouldnt bother to even iron it out that ought to satisfy him if you dont 
believe me feel my belly unless I made him stand there and put him into me Ive a mind to tell him 
every scrap and make him do it out in front of me serve him right its all his own fault if I am an 
adulteress as the thing in the gallery said O much about it if thats all the harm ever we did in this 
vale of tears God knows its not much doesnt everybody only they hide it I suppose thats what a 
woman is supposed to be there for or He wouldnt have made us the way He did so attractive to men 
then if he wants to kiss my bottom 111 drag open my drawers and bulge it right out in his face as 
large as life he can stick his tongue 7 miles up my hole as hes there my brown part then 111 tell him I 
want LI or perhaps 30/ — 111 tell him I want to buy underclothes then if he gives me that well he 
wont be too bad I dont want to soak it all out of him like other women do I could often have written 
out a fine cheque for myself and write his name on it for a couple of pounds a few times he forgot to 
lock it up besides he wont spend it 111 let him do it off on me behind provided he doesnt smear all 
my good drawers O I suppose that cant be helped 111 do the indifferent 1 or 2 questions 111 know by 
the answers when hes like that he cant keep a thing back I know every turn in him 111 tighten my 
bottom well and let out a few smutty words smellrump or lick my shit or the first mad thing comes 
into my head then 111 suggest about yes O wait now sonny my turn is coming 111 be quite gay and 
friendly over it O but I was forgetting this bloody pest of a thing pfooh you wouldnt know which to 
laugh or cry were such a mixture of plum and apple no 111 have to wear the old things so much the 
better itll be more pointed hell never know whether he did it or not there thats good enough for you 
any old thing at all then 111 wipe him off me just like a business his omission then 111 go out 111 have 
him eying up at the ceiling where is she gone now make him want me thats the only way a quarter 
after what an unearthly hour I suppose theyre just getting up in China now combing out their 
pigtails for the day well soon have the nuns ringing the angelus theyve nobody coming in to spoil 
their sleep except an odd priest or two for his night office or the alarmclock next door at cockshout 
clattering the brains out of itself let me see if I can doze off 1 2 3 4 5 what kind of flowers are those 
they invented like the stars the wallpaper in Lombard street was much nicer the apron he gave me 
was like that something only I only wore it twice better lower this lamp and try again so as I can get 
up early 111 go to Lambes there beside Findlaters and get them to send us some flowers to put about 
the place in case he brings him home tomorrow today I mean no no Fridays an unlucky day first I 
want to do the place up someway the dust grows in it I think while Im asleep then we can have 
music and cigarettes I can accompany him first I must clean the keys of the piano with milk whatll I 
wear shall I wear a white rose or those fairy cakes in Liptons I love the smell of a rich big shop at 7 
l/2d a lb or the other ones with the cherries in them and the pinky sugar 1 Id a couple of lbs of those 
a nice plant for the middle of the table Id get that cheaper in wait wheres this I saw them not long 
ago I love flowers Id love to have the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven theres nothing 
like nature the wild mountains then the sea and the waves rushing then the beautiful country with 
the fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things and all the fine cattle going about that would do 
your heart good to see rivers and lakes and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours 
springing up even out of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is as for them saying theres no 
God I wouldnt give a snap of my two fingers for all their learning why dont they go and create 
something I often asked him atheists or whatever they call themselves go and wash the cobbles off 
themselves first then they go howling for the priest and they dying and why why because theyre 
afraid of hell on account of their bad conscience ah yes I know them well who was the first person 
in the universe before there was anybody that made it all who ah that they dont know neither do I so 
there you are they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you he 
said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his 
straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my 

mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my 
breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that 
was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him 
because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I 
gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer 
first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of 
Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all 
birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of 
the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish 
girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and 
the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street 
and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep 
and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts 
of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white 
and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old 
windows of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops 
half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman 
going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson 
sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the 
queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine 
and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I 
put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me 
under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my 
eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I 
put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes 
and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.